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It employs the local color so characteristic of Mr. Riley's poems of Indiana.
Now, you ought to make Riley let Lummy alone." "I'll do that," said Pewee. "Riley's about a million times bigger than Lum." "I went to the school-house this morning," continued Jack, "and I found Riley choking and beating him. And I thought I'd just speak to you, and see if you can't make him stop it." "I'll do that," said Pewee, walking along with great dignity.
I prefer to look after my few thousands of steers, laying on four hundred pounds each per year, far from the madding crowd. You know Riley's man who said that the little town of Tailholt was good enough for him? Well, that expresses my view of the 'J-Up-and-Down' Ranch as a hermitage. It'll do quite well. But these Eastern interests of Mrs. Jim are just now menacing to life in any hermitage.
"Riley's as likely a man as any to know o' some school; he's had schooling himself, an' goes about to all sorts o' places, arbitratin' and vallyin' and that. And we shall have time to talk it over to-morrow night when the business is done.
He could not accuse Sinclair of this killing without in the first place exposing the tale of how Riley's brother was abandoned in the desert by three strong men who had been his bunkies. And that story, Sandersen knew, would condemn him to worse than death in the mountain desert. He would be loathed and scorned from one end of the cattle country to the other.
This seamstress had, moreover, a son of eighteen years, principally skin and bone, who was hoping to be appointed assistant hostler at the fire-engine house of "Volunteer One," and who meantime hung about Mrs. Riley's dwelling and loved to relieve her of the care of little Mike. This also was something to be appreciated. Still there was a void. "Well, Mr. Richlin'!" cried Mrs.
Riley's brigade having been ordered forward, General Scott ordered Pierce's brigade to move by the road leading north from Coyoacan across the Churubusco River by a bridge, turn to the right, and seize the causeway in the rear of the tête-de-pont.
With proud assurance he demonstrated his appreciation of the orchard and perched fearlessly on an outer bough while he whistled his insistent, imperious, "Here, here, come here!" As the words, "Until death do us part" the old, inadequate mortal expression for love that is deathless sounded in that white-arched temple Amanda thought of Riley's "Song of the Road" and its
Riley's frank manner disarmed Quade in a measure. "Kind of queer, me running on to you like this, ain't it?" he went on. "Well, you're fixed up sort of comfortable up here. Nice little shack, partner. And I suppose you got a wife and kids and everything? Pretty lucky, I'd call you!" Quade was glad of an opportunity to change the subject. "No wife yet!" he said. "Living up here all alone?" "Sure!
He cast his eye around upon the prevailing hair-cloth and varnish. "Misses Witchlin, I muz tell you I like yo' tas'e in that pawlah." "It's Mrs. Riley's taste," said Mary. "'Tis a beaucheouz tas'e," insisted the Creole, contemplatively, gazing at the Pope's vestments tricked out with blue, scarlet, and gilt spangles.
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